"Hmph! I'm not the only one who has tried to lay hands on Northern Liao in these past three years."
"You suffered a crushing defeat at their hands three years ago, and today, you will taste that bitter defeat once again!"
Xiao Yun said through clenched teeth, his words filled with intense hatred.
This inexplicable hatred left Ye Ling somewhat baffled, as he had never offended this young master of the Xiao family and naturally had no idea where such powerful animosity stemmed from.
"You're aware that was three years ago?"
"Three years have passed, do they really think they can still make me suffer a defeat as devastating as back then?"
Ye Ling spoke with disdain.
Then he turned to look toward the distant Thousand Mile Peak and called out loudly, "Since you've already arrived, why continue to hide?"
"Hahaha! Ye Ling, my boy, I must admit, your strength surprises me after three years!"
As soon as his words fell, an old, hearty laughter echoed down from Thousand Mile Peak.